Trivium LyricsTrivium Music Video CodesMusic Video Codes by VideoCure.com Pull Harder On The Strings Of Your Martyr The face and the lips tremble as it rips Your breath quickening as heat rushes in Pull harder strings martyr Stop you cry that's a lie Flush gasping white reddening You smile and destroy it- it's time that we end this It's our curse that makes this world so hopeless Allowing our king to spread his genocidal wings Clawing the skin each kill your weakness Annihilation your masturbation- tyrant, I'll burn you down PULL, HARDER, STRINGS, MARTYR, STOP, you CRY, that's, a LIE!, FLUSH, GASPING, WHITE, REDDENING!, You SMILE, and destroy it - it's time that we end this! It's. our curse, that makes this world so hopeless, Allowing, our, king to spread his genocidal wings! It's, our curse, that makes this world so hopeless, Allowing, our, king to spread his genocidal wings! My hands grip your throat I need your end Burned, staked, ripped apart- I avenge For every life you have taken I am here to repay You ask me oh God why 'Cause I'm God that's fucking why Trivium LyricsTrivium Music Video CodesMusic Video Codes by VideoCure.com A Gunshsot To The Head Of Trepidation You starve your children on neglect Then feed their bellies with fear Concussion bat to the brain Witness to a battered mother [Chorus] Your abuse will end right here No longer will your family fear A gunshot to head of trepidation My promise if you ever lay a finger Just look at the scars you make Your terror makes your kids break A broken home just as you were raised With fist raised up to your children [Chorus] This battle is on all You've made beautiful Now hateful You wretched life wrecker Abuser Now suffer Open fire On the desire of the man Open fire With strife we'll strike down the hand (Open fire, build the pyre) If I can't make you see the damage you've made (Open fire, build the pyre) I'll make you wish you'd never been alive x2 Trivium LyricsTrivium Music Video CodesMusic Video Codes by VideoCure.com Behold our beloved revels In tragedy (in tragedy) Self-denying avarice for bloodshed Behold hypocrite Those who run will be burned Those who run will be burned Those who run will be burned Those who run will be burned Devoutly wished for blinded eyes This tragedy's like light to the flies This seems to suit you better Bleeding out the eyes Hope's left in chain suspension Holding onto lies, to make the truth